| Don’t you mess with a little girl’s dream
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| Cause she’s liable to grow up mean
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| Surprised you to find that I’m laughing
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| You thought that you’d find me in tears
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| You thought I’d be crawling the walls
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| Like a tiny mosquito and trembling in fear
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| Well, you may be king for the moment
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| But I am a queen, understand?
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| And I’ve got your pawns and your bishops
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| And castles all inside the palm of my hand
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| While you were looking the other way
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| While you had your eyes closed
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| While you were licking your lips
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| 'Cause I was miserable
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| While you were selling your soul
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| While you were tearing a hole in me
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| I was taking control
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| Now I have taken control (I have control)
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| Now I have taken control (I have control)
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| Now I have taken control, control
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| This is beginning to feel good
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| Watching you squirm in your shoes
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| A small bead of sweat on your brow and a growl
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| In your belly you’re scared to let through
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| You thought you could keep me from loving
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| You thought you could feed on my soul
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| But while you were busy destroying my life
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| What was half in me has become whole
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| While you were looking the other way
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| While you had your eyes closed
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| While you were lickin your lips
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| 'Cause I was miserable
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| While you were selling your soul
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| While you were tearing a hole in me
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| I was taking control
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| Now I have taken control (I have control)
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| Now I have taken control (I have control)
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| Now I have taken control, control
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| So this is how it feels
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| To breathe in the summer air
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| To feel the sand between my toes
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| And love inside my ear
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| All those things
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| That you taught me to fear
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| I’ve got them in my garden now
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| And you’re not welcome here
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| Come here
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| Come a little bit closer
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| Let me look at you
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| I gave you the benefit
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| Of the doubt, it’s true
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| But keep in mind, my darling
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| Not every saint is a fool
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| While you were looking the other way (you messed)
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| While you had your eyes closed (with me)
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| While you were licking your lips
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| 'Cause I was miserable
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| While you were selling your soul (you messed)
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| While you were tearing a hole in me
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| I was taking control
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| Now I have taken control
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| I was taking control
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| Now I have taken control, control, control
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| Don’t you mess with me
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| Father:
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| This cannot be all that there is to life
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| Because in our confrontation
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| With an enormous and cold universe
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| There’s something comical
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| To the idea that we can really enforce our will on humanity
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| Power corrupts
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| It’s your world, do with it what you want
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| No, that’s not the way to do it
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| Power
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| That’s not the way to do it
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| Paradox
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| No, it’s your world, no, it’s your world
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| No, it’s your world, no
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| It’s your world
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| Child:
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| It’s scaring me
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| Father:
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| At the end of it all lies, of course
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| The final phenomenon of deterioration, entropy
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| Which is a predictable deterioration
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| When the creative energy ceases |